Yesterday, 05:13 PM
Cadence smiled at the newcomer. It was refreshing to see someone who didn’t know who she was off the bat. The woman seemed to be her age, so she fit into the gap of people who may have listened to her music, but at the same time not. She tended to attract a slightly younger crowd though. There were if course all sorts of people and some just didn’t listen to hear style, and that was just fine. All had their own tastes.
”No, not family,” Cadence said, not elaborating more yet. ”Thats what it’s about, whether your in a choir, band, or singing in the shower, it’s about bringing people together and…”
She trailed off as her internal dialogue took over.
You’re supposed to talk about what’s interesting to them. She started the conversation, so she wants to talk about it. She’s just being polite. Polite - she probably doesn’t even want to talk to you. Well she came over her to talk…
The argument continued in her head and Cadence found her light, and needing it right now, she embraced it. Filled with that glow and warmth she was able to regain control.
Stop it! I want this! she mentally told her anxiety, and surprisingly, the internal argument stopped.
The whole sequence had taken about a second. ”Im sorry, I could talk about that kind of stuff all day.” she said facing the woman and trying to remember the steps her and her therapist had gone through. First introduce yourself and offer your hand if you’re comfortable. ”My name is Candence.” she offered the woman her hand.
”No, not family,” Cadence said, not elaborating more yet. ”Thats what it’s about, whether your in a choir, band, or singing in the shower, it’s about bringing people together and…”
She trailed off as her internal dialogue took over.
You’re supposed to talk about what’s interesting to them. She started the conversation, so she wants to talk about it. She’s just being polite. Polite - she probably doesn’t even want to talk to you. Well she came over her to talk…
The argument continued in her head and Cadence found her light, and needing it right now, she embraced it. Filled with that glow and warmth she was able to regain control.
Stop it! I want this! she mentally told her anxiety, and surprisingly, the internal argument stopped.
The whole sequence had taken about a second. ”Im sorry, I could talk about that kind of stuff all day.” she said facing the woman and trying to remember the steps her and her therapist had gone through. First introduce yourself and offer your hand if you’re comfortable. ”My name is Candence.” she offered the woman her hand.